This is a work card.

Qicheng Epidemic Prevention Center?

What is the position of a Class 1 Incinerator?

Turning over the work card, three crooked words appeared.

Kill me

The three words were written in blood, but they had dried brown, and the twisted handwriting showed endless painful struggles.

These skinners used to be human!

Shen Feng suddenly found that the work card was shaking violently.

He was stunned for a moment, then raised his left hand and grabbed the wrist of his right hand.

It was his hands that were shaking.

When I confirmed my safety now, the fear in my heart began to release little by little.

The impact of all this is too great for a person who was still living in a peaceful era yesterday.

In terms of age, he is just an ordinary high school student after all.

Fatigue gradually came up, Shen Feng grabbed the broken work card, held the heavy shotgun, and fell into a deep sleep.

Only by smelling the smell of gunsmoke can he feel at ease......

Early the next morning, Shen Feng suddenly woke up from his deep sleep, aimed his shotgun at the front, and was about to pull the trigger.

Seeing the tightly blocked gate in front of him, he suddenly relaxed.

There was already a glimmer of light in the pantry room, and I was able to see everything around me.

It's already daylight.

He took out his phone and looked at it, it was 8:17 in the morning.

I don't know if it's because it's been transformed by game software.,The power of the mobile phone is amazing.,At this time, it still maintains 99% of the power.,There's almost no power loss.。

Before, Shen Feng was still a little worried, in case the mobile phone was turned off in two days and he couldn't open the APP of the "Real Doomsday Game", how would he go back.

Now it seems that there is no need to worry about that.

After taking out dried meat and boiled water from his backpack to eat and drink, Shen Feng packed up his things and moved away from the obstacles at the door.

I listened to the door for a few minutes to make sure there was no noise outside, and then I opened the door and walked out.

There was silence in the building, and everything that happened yesterday seemed like a dream.

When I came to the hall on the second floor, the fishy sweet smell of blood came to my face, and a Shura field appeared.

The firelight was extinguished last night, and later it could only be distinguished by the faint starlight, and Shen Feng didn't know what the specific situation was.

Only then did I finally see the tragic scene in the hall.

More than a dozen skinners fell to the ground, their blood dried up and turned into a thin layer that clung to the ground.

It's just that they all have a look of relief on their faces......

A closer look at the appearance of these skinners is even more terrifying than imagined.

None of them had any external sexual characteristics, so they could not distinguish between men and women, and most of the skinners did not have a single strand on them, only two or three were still wearing tattered clothes, some of which had been torn into strips.

However, one of them, a tall skinner, was very special, and even wore a shabby leather coat on the upper body.

Although it has been ground out of several holes, the quality of this leather coat is excellent, and it is still complete.

Shen Feng walked over with a gun, and saw a few mottled words on the chest of this coat:

Incineration Department of Qicheng Epidemic Prevention Center

It's a uniform.

There was a faint smile on the face of the tall skinner, and although he had no skin and his eyes bulged out, he looked very peaceful.

A palm-sized rectangular object stands out in the pocket of the coat.

The zipper of the pocket was tightened, Shen Feng took out the dagger, cut the coat, and then took out the contents inside.

A small black notebook with a buckle on the cover with the words "work notes" on the cover.

Shen Feng's eyes lit up, if this person was an employee of the incineration department of the epidemic prevention center, his work notes must have recorded the reason for the mutation of the skinner!

Putting the notebook aside, Shen Feng didn't have time to check the contents yet.

Yesterday he had already accepted the task of collecting ten samples of the skinner's brain tissue released by the game, and he had to complete it as soon as possible.

He was also curious about what reward he would get.

"How is the skin peeler's brain tissue preserved? Is it now possible to perform tissue sample extraction? ”

Shen Feng opened the APP of "Real Doomsday Game" and asked directly.

I think this thing should be able to respond to voices.

Sure enough, a line of words appeared on the phone screen:

Brain tissue samples are about to be completely inactivated, so please take the samples immediately, at least 100 grams per portion, put them in a glass, and put them in the safe deposit box in the director's office on the second floor after the collection is completed.

What the hell is this request?

Shen Feng was stunned for a moment, and continued to ask:

"Is it okay to have a regular glass? Can brain tissue samples be contaminated? ”

Even if he was a high school student, he knew about bacterial contamination.

Moreover, what the hell is it in the safe of the director's office? Is there still someone who can't come and get it?

A line of words appeared on the screen again: Just follow the requirements of the task.

Well, you're the biggest, listen to you.

Shen Feng found a few glasses from a nearby office and put them aside, took the dagger and axe, squatted in front of the red head of a skinner, took a deep breath, and muttered:

"I'm a doctor...... I'm a doctor...... I am a fearless forensic ...... I'm looking for the truth behind the case......"

Hand up and knife down.

Almost an hour later, Shen Feng walked into the director's office with ten glasses on a dusty tray and found a large, rusty safe.

In each glass, there is a small sample of brain tissue, which has just been removed.

Shen Feng put the ten samples into the safe one by one, and then closed the door of the safe.

After staring at the door of the safe for almost ten seconds, Shen Feng took a deep breath and opened the door again, only to see that the safe was empty at this time!

All 10 brain tissue samples are gone!

Sure enough, as he had guessed, the mysterious power behind the "real doomsday game" was able to take these things away!

I thought I would be able to meet the mastermind behind the scenes in this world, but it seems that there is no drama.

Then he returned to the panorium again, took off his blood-stained clothes, and changed into clean clothes, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

During the dissection just now, he didn't know how many times he vomited, but fortunately, he had slowly adapted to it later, and his technique was not so rough.

I would have avoided breakfast if I had known it.

Putting the shotgun in his hand, Shen Feng took out the small black book from the skinner from his pocket and began to look through it carefully:

Work notes

ZHANG Hui

Special notes for gargoyle epidemic prevention

"Today is the first day of the establishment of the incineration department of the epidemic prevention center, and it is also the first day that I was seconded from the CDC and became an incinerator......

Researchers from the National Academy of Sciences came to give you business training......

The latest variant of the gargoylea virus is airborne, and every seriously ill patient becomes a huge source of infection after being completely petrified.

Burying only contaminates the soil and groundwater, and cutting off the source of infection requires the complete destruction of the statue, and the most economical and efficient way is to burn it......

The city's crematoriums have been completely requisitioned, and many crematorium workers have been temporarily transferred to incinerators.

What kind of disease is this, it's even more terrifying than Ebola! ”

……

"After putting on the special incineration suit, the whole body is black, and the filter of the special gas mask looks like a bird's beak, and it is said that the society now calls us crows, and whoever sticks to it is unlucky.

Haha, I didn't expect that one day I, a former medical worker, would become a bad omen of feudal superstition......

It's only been a week, and we've started to get guns......

Incinerators are infected every day, but according to the news from the headquarters, the first batch of vaccines from the National Academy of Sciences is about to be successfully trial-produced, and the incinerators of the National Incineration Department will be the first to enjoy the benefits of the vaccine.

There is only one good news, and I hope that when it is over, we will be remembered as heroes, and not forgotten like the heroes of Chernobyl......"

……

"I've been in the Incineration Department for more than two months, and I've been driving around the city every day to search for stone statues, and I've lost count of how many stone statues I've burned.

The guy I met today who hid the stone statue was so desperate that his wife was still alive, but only in the form of a stone statue...... What a poor madman, doesn't he know that a hidden stone statue can be shot on the spot?

He's infected himself, and his skin has hardened, poor ......."

……

"A strange thing happened today! Stone! The stone statue of the incinerator that I pushed with my own hands, the stone statue of the little girl, seemed to be ...... It's like screaming in the fire! ”